NO CLOUD IS ON THE HEAVENS
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
- O cloud
is on the heavens, and on the sea
- No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies
- Unbroken sapphire to the walling skies--
- Immutable, supreme in majesty.
- The billows, where the charging foam leaps free,
- Burden the winds with thunder. Soul, arise!
- For ghostly trumpet-blasts and battle-cries
- Across the tumult wake the Past for thee.
- They call me to a dim, disastrous land,
- Where fallen marbles tell of mighty years,
- Heroic architraves, but where the gust
- Ripples forsaken waters. Lo! I stand
- With armies round about, and in mine ears
- The roar of harps reborn from legend's dust.
POEMS BY GEORGE STERLING
"No Cloud Is On the Heavens"
is reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems.
George Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911.